Young Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

“The merman is trying to escape from the darkness of the bottom that had bound him. Even though he doesn't know what lies over the other side above the sea on the other hand as if the boy who stood above. Just waiting all alone to escape from the thoughts from his own reality” “The one thing they both dont know the one single contact is going to change their own world. The world which was separated and kept each other as a myth and others as the monsters” Finally, the day of the competition has arrived the one which comes once a year from 17 to 20 years old. For the young adult competition to make their debut in the art field, a huge competition which takes place once a year. Along with that

Jiang Haolong got angry. Zhang Xuan was exasperated as well. "That's right! The competition this time consists of competitions for young people who are below the age of thirty and for those who are truly powerful. Young people who are below the age of thirty are divided into group battles and individual battles. It's a miracle that we'd encounter something like this during the group battles." "Since I can't beat him, I'll call him an old man. Let's not compete with anyone under 30 years old. Let's blend together and compete with each other!"

It looks like the two have something important to say. "As you all know, The Journal, an online writing site, will now expand into paperback! And as a part of our marketing, the new board decided to make a new tradition on our anniversary. It is a program that will give recognition as well as incentives as price for those who will be chosen from different writing categories. Of course, we will have judges and criteria for these,” Sir Patrick said. "It will be called The Journal's Award! And every year we have a theme. This year's theme will be…” Louise was interrupted by Sir Patrick. That goes to show how excited he is about this awards night.

Excited whispers moved around the room. Mr. Hall placed the papers on the desk. “The National Youth Robotics Competition opens in six weeks, and our academy has been invited to send one elite team.” The room exploded immediately. Questions flew everywhere. “How many students?” “What category?” “Do winners get scholarships?” Mr. Hall raised a hand. “Five students only.” Silence fell. “Selection starts today.” Leo slid into his seat quietly. Across the room another boy leaned back in his chair. Nathan Vale. Seven years old.

There was no category in this year's competition but each school presented its best three for the writing event. The writing event has more sponsors than the whole game combined. Many oil firms and companies placed huge amounts on the essay competition and the judges are external judges from the different universities of the nation as selected by the competition organizers. The conference hall was filled up at 7:00 pm, 20 minutes before the debate and essay competition. Schools were seated in different areas of the hall, each very expectant and ready to support their students when the competition started properly. “There wouldn't be fear in me had it been we have Shola with us, just that he

Then, he pulled a big colorful poster out of his briefcase and stuck it up in front of the board. It read: The First Annual Young Artist Competition $500 1st prize + your work printed in Art Express magazine $300 2nd prize $100 3rd prize ENTER NOW! Hurry — entries close soon 'Now I hope everyone is really excited about this new young artist competition,' Mr. Haddidi said. 'I’m sure the prize of having your work printed in Art Express is more than enough motivation, not to mention the five hundred dollars first prize!' He handed out entry forms to every student in the class. They didn’t know it, but the competition meant the end for the Singh twins. They were excited and both nudged me when M

I’m about to say goodbye and make my escape when she speaks again. “There’s a huge Fine Arts Competition coming up in London in three months’ time. The winner gets to have their work published in a huge editorial magazine and they also get to have a gallery exhibition with published works of their choice. Are you interested?” For a moment, I’m stunned speechless. It’s a huge opportunity that anyone would kill for. Not many people get to have these kinds of opportunities this early. “You’re asking me to participate?” I ask in disbelief. She shrugs. “Why not? Usually, I reserve this for the seniors but I think I’ll make an exception this year. So? What do you think?”

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

After sitting down, she immediately brought up the art competition to them. Christopher also said bluntly, "Sylvia, your appreciation for art is very unique, so I've wanted you to be a judge since we started preparing for this competition. Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Let me tell you about the process of this competition first." Sylvia looked at him. "Okay, take your time." Christopher briefly explained the whole process of the competition. The competition was mainly for youths from high school and college. There would be three rounds, and the winners would be judged based on the combined scores of the three rounds.

He wanted Avery to be pulled out of the competition. He was not wrong because, according to the rules of the competition, only learners from Grade 8 to Grade 12 should participate in the competition. How could he allow a five-year-old child to embarrass his school? Outside the auditorium, Principal Glen smiled at the learners and said, “I am so proud of you. When you see your question paper, don’t be scared. Take your time and think before you put down your answer. May the Lord grant you wisdom.” The learners thanked Principal Glen, and then they walked to the auditorium to write.